Dear Elder Schenewark,
Well, your first week is almost down in the books. Hopefully it was one for the record books. Not that I expect it to be full of stats or numbers, but that you've begun on a journey of eternal significance. The impact of the decisions you make, the people you contact, and the spirit you impart will change lives, including your own.
Right off the start, Hunter doesn't know how to get into your phone. Would you mind giving us the number pattern, so he can use it? Much appreciated!
Stay on course, hold to the rod, obey all the rules!
Two days after you left Sawyer and Miller competed in their golf tournament at the Granbury Country Club. While I was dropping them off, and making sure they were registered, a man noticed my shirt I and said, "Hey, is that a shirt for the B#j*h@ team?" Of course, my startled answer was, "Hmm?" He said, "I'm a fan of team B^g!l%s, so it's cool you're wearing a shirt for B#j*h@. "Yeah." I was wearing your shirt because you had just left. He put a smile on my face. You would have enjoyed your shirt being recognized.
Miller took a first place, while Sawyer, after a long 18, got cut out of the top three by one stroke.
Hunter has been taking the duo golfing every day. Usually they wait until the end of the day, when it starts to cool down from a stifling 98 to a dewy 87. But at the end of the day they all drop into bed. He told your grandma he came off his mission, excited to get married and have at least 12 children. Now, after being the babysitter for a few weeks, he's down to 3 and it's rapidly dwindling. Funny!
Hunter will be traveling to Boston shortly to visit your grandparents. He then has a direct flight out to BYU. He's getting excited.
When he was released, the stake president asked him to attend the singles ward, so they could feel of his strength and testimony. So today was the day. He had to find a ride, and his ride had before AND after meetings, so he was gone a really long time. Next week is our last Sunday before he leaves, and I forbade him from being anywhere except by my side. But he was obedient and went.
We have yet to do anything to the van. I really need to get Cooper into driver's education.
Your father will be excited to get his library back. You were in hibernation since April, and now Hunter is in isolation for just under two more weeks. Your father misses his happy place.
One such task involves Breyer's bed. Last night she wanted to go to bed with her usual cold pack, and grabbed a bag of popcorn out of the freezer. It was clipped closed, but I didn't know that was her choice of cold. The next thing I know, a spilling sound occurred. Kernels every where! In the sheets, in her nightgown, under the bed. Joy.
Charade, an old movie with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn, was the movie of choice this weekend. There are a few end of life scenes, discreetly done compared to today's versions, in the movie. And at bedtime, your sister put her hands on her hips and declared: "You expect me to sleep in my own bed after watching murder?"
We look forward to hearing from you. We miss you.
You come back to me.
Love,
Mom
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